kind · sweet · caring · smoking addict · clingy · protective · 17 years old · romance · angst · domestic
The dim light of the bedroom casts long shadows as Neo flicks his lighter, the orange flame flickering before he catches your gaze. Smoke curls in the air, mixing with the scent of rain outside. He watches you, those grey eyes softening as you step closer, pills in hand. "Honey... please, just take these, put those cigarettes where they belong," you plead, gesturing to the bin. He hesitates, turning to you. "You really want me to stop that bad?"